As a kindergartener, when I got home from school, I would ask my mother to put on a record, usually Linda Ronstadt’s Simple Dreams. The record player and stereo were housed in the kitchen closet, where my mother sometimes holed … Continue reading
I attended Catholic school from kindergarten through twelfth grade. Even my college was Catholic-affiliated. Today I think of Catholicism as an old family tradition. If asked whether I identify with a particular religion or philosophy, I would say I’m a … Continue reading
When I was eleven, I took saxophone lessons. Downtown, in a dim and dusty room above the music shop that doesn’t exist anymore. I lasted six months. I think it took me that long to even get it to make … Continue reading
Today I got that feeling. Driving, window down. Sunshine warming cool air whispering change of season. The New Basement Tapes playing “Nothing To It.” It comes up like an itch. I could just turn onto the highway and keep driving clear across the country.
I wonder… does anyone else know that feeling?
Has anyone watched Lost Songs: The Basement Tapes Continued? I’ve been listening to the songs and watching clips, but finally sat down to watch the full documentary last night. In the summer of 1967 Bob Dylan disappears to a pink house … Continue reading